This neurotic psychodrama in monster-movie clothing is accorded a deservedly top-notch A/V presentation.
Audiences who step into Colossal unaware of where Nacho Vigalondo is taking them will be nothing if not surprised.
A grippingly expressive espionage yarn, another exemplary entry in Steven Spielberg’s late-career period, receives a top-tier, must-buy transfer.
Only rarely does Steven Spielberg observe how queasily at odds our patriotism is with our humanity.
The thrill of watching Fletcher and Neyman’s fray unfold is intensified by Damien Chazelle’s attention to the craft and challenge of musicianship.
Writer-director Charles Martin Smith’s tin ear for dialogue and contrived symbolism is as unmistakable as his enormous heart.
The deceptions and romances carry on as one might expect, all while the film makes some attempt at exploring the cultural shifts of the time period.